Oklahoma Hills

Many months have come and gone Since I wandered from my home In those Oklahoma Hills where I was born Many a page of life has turned Many a lesson I have learned Yet I feel like in those hills, I still belong [Chorus] Way down yonder in the Indian nation I rode my pony on the reservation In the Oklahoma Hills where I was born A-way down yonder in the Indian nation A cowboy's life is my occupation In the Oklahoma Hills where I born But as I sit here today Many miles I am away From the place I rode my pony through the draw Where the Oak and Blackjack trees Kiss the playful prairie breeze In those Oklahoma Hills where I was born [Chorus] As I turn life a page to the land of the great Osage To those Oklahoma Hills where I was born Where the black oil rolls and flows And the snow-white cotton grows In those Oklahoma Hills where I was born [Chorus]